Lets get EVERYTHING organized first. I may not have a perfect memory of the plot of EAA, but I certainly can piece together the errors.
This reality aligns perfectly with NASA's cosmic models—same physics, same fundamental laws. It isn't just similar to my world; it's a goddamn carbon copy with the serial numbers filed off. But given the spike in bosons and fermions, I'd say this universe operates at a higher energy and entropy level than mine. To form a Bose Einstein Condensate back on earth was to reach near absolute zero temperatures. However if the general energy level of the universe is higher, in scientific theory, the average person could therefore form a BEC and manipulative bosonic particles.
Yithra, the planet I'm stranded on, is a near-perfect replica of Earth—a cosmic photocopy with barely a smudge of difference. Its history reads like Earth's biography, save for a few typographical errors. Formed 4.54 billion years ago as a molten hellsphere, it followed the same evolutionary beats, the same geological puberty. The deviations? Trivial. So why does that unsettle me more than if it were utterly alien?
Because familiarity shouldn't come with this kind of wrongness. As I said before, this universe's energy levels are catastrophically off-scale. By my calculations, Earth's entire annual energy output wouldn't even cover a tenth of what this planet expends in a single year. Something here is… overclocked.
The Primordial Spirit's original in-game lore is still similar to the history here. Except for Tarteros. If I am correct, in-game lore said Tarteros was slain by the First Mage, its mana taking the form of water and raising the sea level. But here? 422 A.R. at bare minimum and it's still alive. Somewhere in those lightless depths.
Fuck
My thalassophobia screams like a gutted seal.
As if cosmic plagiarism and undead ocean gods weren't enough, this world's slapped on a fourth fucking kingdom一a DLC nobody ordered. The Wǔlín who discarded a genius that now roams near the main story and cast.
"Genius" My Ass. Turns out this academy's idea of "exceptional students" means sixteen-year-olds casually debating quantum field theory between breakfast and combat drills. Oh, you struggled with calculus at their age? How quaint. Here, toddlers probably derive Maxwell's equations in the womb while their mothers meditate on string theory.
Oh and the worse?
Magic Isn't Magic. Anymore gone are EAA's tidy Intent-Incantation-Invocation triads. Now? Magic is science. It's all about M⁰-boson excitation and FUCKING neural quantum tunneling.
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Fucking quantum tunneling in your head to just cast spells…
The worst part? They make it sound trivial.
"Just collapse the wave function in your occipital lobe, child."
"Have you tried not observing Schrödinger's cat so hard?"
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Actually. It makes sense now. It seems mana capacity isn't scaling with the intellect stat. After analyzing the data across all available stats, I've concluded that—for every star above the second star—any individual capable of wielding mana gains an additional 50 mana per star in their vitality stat.
"Why? Because if the lecture and Xue'er are correct, mages regenerate mana at a glacial pace—and quantum mechanics leaves only one viable pathway: qₘ Quark Catalysis. The ~1 ppm exotic qₘ quarks embedded in my nucleons dance with gₘ gluons, siphoning metabolic energy and forging it into M⁰ bosons through electroweak-thaumic coupling. A miserly exchange rate.
No wonder sprinting to the academy with Wind Walker left me gasping—I wasn't just burning ATP, I was literally burning magic fuel. My mitochondria might as well have been alchemists transmuting glucose into raw spacetime.
Still though…
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My days… I'm going to lose it. If it is so complex to cast a single spell than how the fuck did I do it? I only casted by the logic of EAA's casting system. NOT considering self-induced Bose-Einstein condensates.
It's perplexing. Is it possible though?
The rough framework of Intent, Incantation and Invocation is very similar to the steps taken to cast mana via science. Intent can be said to be Quantum Observer Effect where focused will and a clear outline of the spell shapes the it's outcome.
Incantation, as explained by Kael during History, will help a mage focus better when casting. Bloody "thaumic vocal harmonics aren't just fancy incantations but vibrations that tune the universe like a radio" type shit.
And last, the final gesture, Invocation, releases the spell by neural impulses that trigger macroscopic quantum effects where "Oh wow, your 'brain-emitted tunneling' is just Invocation with bioelectricity. Congrats, you reinvented somatic components."
Bullshit.
Absolute bullshit.
The calculations alone would require a supercomputer's worth of neural processing. We're talking about rewriting local quantum states through sheer fucking thought一not exactly beginner-level meditation.
Unless...
A thought record in my head.
Of course. This universe might run on pretentious science, but the rules haven't actually changed一they're just wearing a lab coat now.
Unless I'm some absolute fucking genius—which, let's be real, I am—I shouldn't have been able to passively bend quantum reality to my will on the first try.
But here's the kicker: I already know magic works. Their so-called 'revolutionary theories'? We reverse-engineered them back on Earth, stripped out the inefficiencies, and turned them into something elegant. Us university students didn't just study this world's science—we chewed it up, spat out the bones, and rebuilt it better.
At the end of the day, call it mana or M⁰-bosons, reality still kneels to unshakable certainty. And nothing's more certain than a sleep-deprived student's will to pass their fucking exams.
If anyone in this world was going to collapse a wave function through sheer spite? Yeah, it'd be me. I'm precisely the kind of arrogant bastard who'd stare down superposition until it folded.
Narcissistic? Obviously.
A self-righteous bum? Guilty as charged.
A garbage person with a dumpster-fire mindset? No fucking debate.
But someone who'll win?
Absolutely.
I'm like a reader inside their favourite book. It's just that this "book" isn't and escape from reality anymore. No. This is MY reality now and I'll make sure everyone knows that too.
I get up.
The self-praise fuels me—just enough spite to keep moving.
1 hour and 15 minutes until I need to lock in. Time to prepare.
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right on cue… 3… 2… 1…
footsteps… a pause... then smirk as you round the corner… eyes locking onto me…
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Special."
tilt head… feign ignorance…
"Hi," slow and deliberate… "And you are?"
grin twitches…
"Cute,"
shoulder roll… prepare…
"You really don't remember? Or is that ego of yours blocking out the peasants?"
blink—once… twice—slow enough to piss him off…
"Should I?"
jaw muscle jump…
leans in…
coffee breath…
"Guess I'll have to jog your memory."
voice crack…
"Seraphyne has taken an interest in you huh?"
Seraphyne…
curl my lips curl
"And what about her?"
begin…
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Went like that if I recall correctly. And the first punch is… NOW!
Prologue Event of Act I: Arc II.
The Dining Hall Skirmish
Kael vs The Brute of Flames
Kael vs Darian Remor
Or unbeknownst to the others.
Kael vs His jealous childhood friend.
And I get to be a spectator.